(richie)
days pass
days pass like sand
through my fingers
nothing lasts
nothing lasts like memories
only impressions linger
brush up
come on,
brush up against me
send me shivers
up my body
like electricity
to be so close
makes me
feel alive
feel flushed
so light
you are
against my side
blush
and hush
red coming to my face
hush
hush
my heart so loud
as it starts to race
can you read
my intentions
I just want you to speak
to turn your face
and graze
against my cheek
say hello
say your name
say umbrella
to the pouring rain
say nice eyes
say something mundane
I am
entranced
by only what
your voice can contain
staccato
and a soft bass
I feel music
when I see your face
it’s warm
and it makes me dance inside
it makes dreams accelerate
towards what the future hides
I can’t escape
my imagination
I am in a state of bliss
it holds me
like your gaze
and if it falters,
I ache, I miss
press
press on me
impress me
with your sensitivity
read my thoughts
kiss my mind
take me slow
like a fine wine
crush
crush on me
my blush,
this rush,
my hush
my voice escapes me
I have only my face
and your face
to hold
to feel you brush
against me
all is felt
all is gold
Saturday, October 13, 2007
( DEEP MOAN )
(richie)
all I need is a beat
to feed my soul
all I need is a word
to give my soul
I want to feel
it deep
deep inside my head
I want to moan
a deep
dark moan
turning scarlet red
I want my soul
food
for the hungry noise
I want my spirit
ripped apart
by the carnivorous boys
I want desire
to drip
from my lips
hitting notes
with precipitation
as they start to slip
deep moan
in my head
deep moan
the beat is fed
clinging
to my spirit
so primal
the wolves can hear it
can you
feel me
all I need is a beat
to feed my soul
all I need is a word
to give my soul
I want to feel
it deep
deep inside my head
I want to moan
a deep
dark moan
turning scarlet red
I want my soul
food
for the hungry noise
I want my spirit
ripped apart
by the carnivorous boys
I want desire
to drip
from my lips
hitting notes
with precipitation
as they start to slip
deep moan
in my head
deep moan
the beat is fed
clinging
to my spirit
so primal
the wolves can hear it
can you
feel me
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
( TWILIGHT )
I’m a bit bipolar in my need for social interactions.
At times I crave physical presences around me like a junkie to his heroin, and shortly thereafter, like a leech has been placed to my enthusiasm, I wind down and yearn for my apartment and my pets…
It’s almost like I have this urge that can only be satisfied through action, and once the need is met, I have to isolate and reflect on it.
It’s kind of like that with my family.
I go and I see them, and I am super happy.
So G-rated. And so refreshing.
But like too much sugar in my system, I eventually need that one-on-one detox.
For me, when I am in Georgia, that means getting dropped off at Barnes & Noble.
It was when I was there in August that I stumbled across this series of books, targeting young adults…all about vampires and romance and thriller-ish by Stephenie Meyer. And I snapped up the first one, thinking that I should really expand my literary senses beyond comic books and US Weekly…even if it was for teens, it was a novel, right? And a NY Times Bestseller gave it some cred.
God, it sucked me in. And now, Tameka too.
The writing is so intense and vivid…and it just grabs your heart…
I was transplanted back to those days when having a crush or wanting someone hinged less on carnal desires…and more on that evolving sense of intimacy….those casual moments you’d run into each other…those brief touches that were innocently electrifying…
It’s just interesting how random things can open doors in your mind…
For me, it was recognizing that the relationships between the central characters was what I wanted.
I think I want to be protected.
Maybe I always wanted that?
When I was a kid and would play spies with friends, I always got kidnapped.
And someone rescued me.
And yet, when I came out, I recoiled against any expression of weakness. No one could buy me a drink. No one could touch me unless I allowed it. Things shifted to a very iron fist mentality in this sense.
And with Frankie and even my pets, I almost fed on worry and angst – wanting to always provide and protect them.
Not only did it make me one-dimensional, but it has now taken my enjoyment out of relationships.
I realized from this young adult series of novels that I want the hot young vampire boy protecting me. Fearful of losing me because my existence brings meaning to his own.
This is probably the boldest realization I have allowed myself to have.
I don’t know if it means I feel like I am really worthy of true, pure love and attention…if my life has shifted from a need to protect to be held as a result of a series of bad relationships…or if it’s recognizing that if I am going to make that jump to a family, or monogamy, that I have to evolve as well.
Feels very French to me…Close friends will get who I am talking about here. J
At times I crave physical presences around me like a junkie to his heroin, and shortly thereafter, like a leech has been placed to my enthusiasm, I wind down and yearn for my apartment and my pets…
It’s almost like I have this urge that can only be satisfied through action, and once the need is met, I have to isolate and reflect on it.
It’s kind of like that with my family.
I go and I see them, and I am super happy.
So G-rated. And so refreshing.
But like too much sugar in my system, I eventually need that one-on-one detox.
For me, when I am in Georgia, that means getting dropped off at Barnes & Noble.
It was when I was there in August that I stumbled across this series of books, targeting young adults…all about vampires and romance and thriller-ish by Stephenie Meyer. And I snapped up the first one, thinking that I should really expand my literary senses beyond comic books and US Weekly…even if it was for teens, it was a novel, right? And a NY Times Bestseller gave it some cred.
God, it sucked me in. And now, Tameka too.
The writing is so intense and vivid…and it just grabs your heart…
I was transplanted back to those days when having a crush or wanting someone hinged less on carnal desires…and more on that evolving sense of intimacy….those casual moments you’d run into each other…those brief touches that were innocently electrifying…
It’s just interesting how random things can open doors in your mind…
For me, it was recognizing that the relationships between the central characters was what I wanted.
I think I want to be protected.
Maybe I always wanted that?
When I was a kid and would play spies with friends, I always got kidnapped.
And someone rescued me.
And yet, when I came out, I recoiled against any expression of weakness. No one could buy me a drink. No one could touch me unless I allowed it. Things shifted to a very iron fist mentality in this sense.
And with Frankie and even my pets, I almost fed on worry and angst – wanting to always provide and protect them.
Not only did it make me one-dimensional, but it has now taken my enjoyment out of relationships.
I realized from this young adult series of novels that I want the hot young vampire boy protecting me. Fearful of losing me because my existence brings meaning to his own.
This is probably the boldest realization I have allowed myself to have.
I don’t know if it means I feel like I am really worthy of true, pure love and attention…if my life has shifted from a need to protect to be held as a result of a series of bad relationships…or if it’s recognizing that if I am going to make that jump to a family, or monogamy, that I have to evolve as well.
Feels very French to me…Close friends will get who I am talking about here. J
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